on the floor

I sit on the floor                                                                              

Sprawled out is my externalized depression    

Hoping for something more

Spoons, lighters, and bongs assorted              

Why do I do this? Its a genuine question          

Needle in my right hand                                    

Vision fucking distorted                                         

Expression is bland                          

I stare down, feeling for a vein to hit

Fuck this lets commit

I throw my head back

That shit was strong

I know what I do is fucking wrong

The liquid opioid floods my system

I feel like I've gained all existing wisdom

Shit starts going black 

Think I should smoke some crack

I know this isn’t okay

Maybe I’ll confront myself another day

Sobriety isn't something I often experience

Damn these drugs make me fucking delerious